Chapter 7
Aurora
“C an I kiss you?”
My heart is fluttering out of control. I know what it’s like to kiss him and I know this won’t just be a kiss. But his hands on my waist are seriously influencing my decision making abilities. That, and I’ve fantasized about this man for a long ass time. I’m halfway in love with him. Probably more. But I stuff those feelings away for now.
I raise up on my knees, pushing my tits in his face. There’s really only one honest answer I can give him.
“All over,” I whisper in his ear.
The first thing he does is reach up slowly to the plunging neckline and slip his hand under my breast. He’s cupping me, weighing me.
“Perfect,” he says before he exposes my nipple to the air. He gives it a lick and blows a steady stream of air right over the tip. My body wants to melt into a pool of mint mocha so he can lap me up, but I’m trying to stay strong. At least for a minute. I can withstand a minute of torture, surely—
“Uhh….” I shudder and moan at the same time as he pulls my nipple into his hot, wet mouth. His hand is guiding me to straddle him, and when I do, I can feel the solid ridge in his pants. God, I’ve been such a fool to wait so long for this.
“That’s it,” he looks up at me with a smirk, “Sweetheart. You feel that?” He rolls his hips up so that I’m rubbing my clit against his covered cock.
“Mmmm…” I bite my bottom lip. How can I not feel that? It’s not like the princess and the pea. This is like…oh shit, my brain isn’t working…but it’s the exact opposite of the princess and the pea. This is the princess and the bulge. That would make a terrible story. I don’t care. This is my bulge, and oh hell, I’m gonna ride this man tonight.
He’s back to sucking on my nipple while he slips the dainty straps of my dress off of my shoulders. The fabric pools at my waist.
“Damn you’re gorgeous, Aurora.”
I want him everywhere all at once, but I can hardly think straight my body is so lit up by my bosshole hottie.
“I need you, Tucker,” I whimper. Like if I don’t have him in a minute I might explode.
“I’m yours.” And he must see the thirst in my eyes. I mean, shit, I’m freaking parched over here. Because he shoots off of the bed and starts taking off his shirt.
And I’m right there working on his pants, unbuckling his belt, whipping his pants off.
Next thing I know, we’re on the bed and he’s hovering over me, his dick pressing into my thigh, his mouth consuming me. It’s hot, wet, and devouring. Like he can’t get enough. Like he’s showing me what he wants to do to me down there. I may as well be modeling clay in his hands because I want him to do it. Whatever it is. Whatever he wants.
For a brief second I think he’s about to stop when he pulls away panting, but he glances down to my pussy. I nod.
“Thank God.” And then his mouth is on my slit, licking me up one side and down the other. Long freaking licks, like I’ve never been licked before. This man is hungry. And it feels so good to be his meal.
His moans of pleasure ratchet through me. My hands are in his hair, holding him there. And I can’t believe it, but my orgasm is already piling up.
“I’m coming,” I say.
“Come all over my tongue. I want to taste you. Every last drop.”
And it’s like a one ton boulder rolling down a hill. There’s no stopping it. I scream his name. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps licking, as if he can draw another one from me. I’ve never come twice—
“Uuhhh…Tucker,” I call his name again as my body shakes.
“Mmm…gimme more.” And then he’s sucking on my clit while another wave of pleasure rolls through me.
I’m like a rag doll on the bed when he crawls over me. “Are you ready for me now?”
And I shouldn’t be. I should be spent, but all I want is to feel his dick inside of me, filling me up. So I nod.
“I’m on birth control.”
“I’m clean.” And I know he wouldn’t lie to me.
“I want you, Tucker. Can you fill me up?”
“You’re going to be leaking my cum all down your legs, Aurora. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“That’s my good girl.” He holds the base of his cock and runs his tip down my slit and then gradually slips inside of me.
He’s huge. I can feel him stretching me, but still he pushes another inch to bottom out.
This is the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Better than my mint chocolate fudge. I would venture to say that this feeling would definitely have overshadowed the pink hair dye accident, by like, a lot.
“Fuck,” Tucker grunts. “I love watching you take me inside of you. Sucking me in. You’re so wet. So tight. Are you going to suck me dry, Aurora?”
Oh, his dirty talk is divine.
“I’m going to mark you as mine.” And he does.
It doesn’t take long before he’s moving. Slowly in and out, letting me feel every inch of him. Then he’s pumping into me until he flips himself onto his back and I’m riding him. My tits are bouncing all over as he holds my waist. I’m grinding on him.
This man. This gorgeous, brilliant man. He could have anyone. But he wants me. The way he’s looking at me, like I’m his everything. I believe it. And it’s like my body has finally found its counterpart.
“Yes, Tucker.”
“That’s it, Rory. This is all for you.”
And that’s all it takes for me to come again, all over him. He thrusts up into me a few times and then I feel him unload. And true to his promise, it’s leaking down my leg. I’ve never felt more alive, more treasured, more seen. Nothing has ever felt more right than this.